Locust.
Consuming, gripping,
an exhausting need for more.
Piercing, stabbing,
leveling out the score.
A charge has been given,
to remove the wealth of man,
you may run from compulsion,
you may even try to make a stand.
Make no mistake in your abundance,
discontent is what we sow,
your pleasure, your regret,
these thing's are needless woe's.
Our revelry is unmatched,
our numbers are strong,
May thru September,
we are here all summer long.
So look towards the winter,
this will be your reprieve,
absolution will only be given
to those that hold the key.
A.o.R.
